Massacre in the Hive City 000.333 M42

Preferring the old-fashioned way of travel, Sgt. Slab makes his way to a landing zone in order to extract the bulk of his forces with the Warmaster in tow. Fringe teleportation technology was definitely not something Sgt. Slab was going to rely on for a mission of this import. 

Fully aware of the gravity of the evolving situation, Aximand lies in  ambush, ready to attack the caravan making off with his brother. Before he can spring his trap on the Cadian regiment something is called to his attention. From his concealed position he receives a note from one of his acolytes written in jagged cursive of someone in a dire rush. Immediately upon reading it he destroys it viciously, along with the poor acolyte delegated to deliver the message. 

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Promotion 000.310 M42

High resolution images project onto Little Horus Aximand's eyes. Twenty-four hours of hiding deep within a communication array on Solar Mariatus had revealed a rush of disquieting data. His brother had been defeated, and captured.